Disclaimer: I don't own any x-men rights, I'm just a fan with an idea.
Author note: I have no clue as to how to deliver a baby, so this is just a
guess. So read and please tell me what you think. Also I have no clue as to
when Logan was born all I know is that he is close to 120 years old.
1882-Northern Alberta-
The screams of a newborn baby filled the delivery room. Frantic nurses along with doctors hurried to save mother and child's live. Candlelight flickered and hypnotically danced as a chilled breeze brushed it's way through the room. Nurses were rushing with water and blood soaked sponges trying to cool the mothers boiling skin.
"Doctor... something is wrong with one of the children." one of the nurses reported.
"What is it nurse?" the doctor said not turning from his patient.
"The baby girl, she has not moved or cried in minutes." cradling the tiny infants body close to hers.
"The boy?" turns from his patients for the first time.
" Breathing and seems healthy from the looks of it sir."
The doctor turned his attention to the infant girl checking for any sign of a pulse or breathing. Her skin was pale and white; her angel like face in what looked like to be in a deep sleep. Fingers curled into tiny fists. When he found no pulse he frowned took a deep sigh then turned away.
"Sir? What should we do with the dead child?"
"Cover it with one of the unused sheets. The mother is unstable as it is, she has already lost her first son."
"But sir, the parents should know!" exclaimed the nurse, she still cradled the child as though it were still living.
"No, Mrs. Howlett will only know of the child that lived. The dead one never existed." He grabbed the dead infant and a sheet. Then wrapped the child in the sheet and handed it back to the nurse. "Do you understand...Yes or No!"
" ye...es sir, I understand." She turned and carried the bundle to a near by table covered with scalpels and other tools needed during difficult operations. Setting down the child she pulled the sheet away from the forgotten soul and looked down at it angelic face. Sleeping forever, in fear of crying at the sight she pulled the sheet back over the child face and turned and walked away. Her only thoughts on the brother who would never know his sister. The sister who had never had a chance at life. Focusing her attention to the infant boy, she grabbed a damp, clean towel and started to clean off the boy's face. He fought and pulled at the damped towel, crying and screaming. Finally when the pink of his flesh covered most of his body she grabbed a fresh sheet and wrapped him up into it. She then handed him off to one of the other nurses in the room with her. After washing up she dried her hands and headed out of the delivery room and headed to the waiting room. In the waiting room the lighting was dimmer and more shadows filled the room. The white walls of the hospital did nothing to help lighten the mood. Surrounding the room were numerous kinds of chairs, old and new. There were few people who were waiting for news of their loved ones, yet one stood out. He was pacing up and down the room with what looked like to be his servant or butler not far away in the corner.
"Sir? Are you Mr. Howlett?" She questions putting her hand on his shoulder.
"What?.. Oh Yes. How is my wife?"
"She's doing fine. She'll be moved to her room shortly, you'll be able to see her then."
"The baby?"
"The babies.. baby is fine Sir."
"Wait babies?... Nurse what do you mean?"
"Forgive me Sir, but I was ordered not to inform you of your loss."
"Loss? What loss?" Howlett exclaimed in disbelief.
"Your wife gave birth to twins Sir. Sadly though the girl did not survive."
"You mean that I had a daughter?"
"Yes Sir. Please don't say to anyone that is was me who told you." She began to plead.
"Shhhh. Miss no one will know but me and you." He then turned and walked away followed shortly after by his butler.
Still in doubt at how the father had taken the news of his daughter's demise.
A few hours later she returned to the delivery room to finish cleaning for the day. Mostly every thing else had been cleaned except the linen and the dirty towels and sheets. The towels and sheets were piled on the bed mattress, while the linen where piled in the far corner of the room. Pushing in the linen bin she headed toward the corner. Swirling around the numerous tables with operational tools lying on top of them, that surrounding the bed. The operating lights were still turning off while the candles that sat in candleholder still glowed and danced. From the brightness of the light the room looked an off white, really it was the same colour as the rest of the hospital, white. A sudden movement from under the towels and sheets startled the nurse.
"What is Heaven?" she said talking to herself.
Slowly she moved closer to the wriggling mass of material. Her mind was racing as to what it could be, mice, rats? As her thoughts overwhelmed her she forgot to watch her step and bumped into one of the tables. She yelped in surprise as the table crashed to the floor along with all the objects came down with it. The sudden rush of noises caused whatever it was under the sheets to stop and listen. Staring intensely at the pile of sheets she slowly regained her footing. After catching her breath she began to pick up the table and it belongings with shaking hands. Her sight never leaving the pile on the bed. Suddenly a the towels began to toss and turn again, and a infants crying filled the room. The infants screaming immediately caught the nurse's attention away from the fallen objects.
"What the? Who in heavens name?" Looking around she finds that the noise is coming from the pile of towels itself. " Who would leave a unattended child here? How did it get here?" She questioned herself.
The events of Mrs Howletts delivery came back to the nurse abruptly. The twins, the baby girl. The doctor had wrapped the dead child in a sheet, and she had placed it with the dirty towels soon after.
"It's impossible! It can't be. The doctor said it was dead?" She raced to the bed and began digging for the infant child. Hearing the child's screams getting louder as she neared it she began to dig more gently so not to hurt the child. Finding the kicking mass of material she slowly stripped away the layers of the sheet to reveal a very alive baby girl. Inspecting the child for any signs of illness or scrapes and bruises, she noted how alive the child looked. Picking up the crying child she saw how beautifully flushed the child's skin was and a head of think curly black hair had already began to grow.
"Shhush little one everything is alright. Shhush." She spoke softly to the child. The child looked up at the nurse and almost seemed to sense the loving nature of the nurse and stopped crying. Looking into the eye's of the child the nurse saw an almost feral look to the girl's face. Holding the child closer to her chest the baby fell into a deep sleep. Confused and in awe at the miracle that she now held in her arm. A sudden thought struck her, "What am I going to do with her now?" Shoving the dirty linen, towel and sheets into the bin she had wheeled in earlier. She carefully picked up the child and held it close to her, cradling its head to her chest. Pushing the dirty linen bin out the room and down the hallway. When she reached the cleaners room she forcefully pushed the bin into the room.
"Hey! You're supposed to push it in gently. Not throw it at us!" A disgruntle worker bellowed at her.
"Sorry!.Emergency!" Apologising as she ran down to the infirmary.
Upon reaching her destination she found that there was only one nurse still in at this late hour.
"Mme! Mme! You must help!" she pleaded.
"Whoa! Miss what seems to be the problem?" Her eye's falling on the child in the nurse's arms.
"The child was dead!.. But now it's very much alive! It's a miracle of some sorts!"
"The mother and father? Do they know?"
"No Mme. I was told that the child never existed because of circumstances!"
"So no father or mother."
" Yes Mme."
"Take the child inside with the rest of the children. When she is confirmed to be healthy I will call the adoption agency."
"Of course Mme."
Turning towards the doors, she headed inside. The room was full of small crib like beds; each one had a small teddy bear inside. Most were filled with a child except a few in a far off corner. Moving toward the empty cribs she picked one and then laid the sleeping child down inside. As she motioned to leave she realised that she would need to give the baby girl a name. Walking over to the nurses' desk beside the far wall she grabbed one of the tiny pink slips of papers and a clear bracelet.
"What shall I call you?" she spoke quietly as she turned and looked over that the sleeping child.
Just then the name came to her, Jesabelle. To her is sounded like a name that belonged to an angel. A name fit for a miracle child such the one which lay sleeping in the near by crib. Filling out the needed papers and the paper slip. She slipped the paper slip into the clear bracelet. She walked back to the crib and looked down at the sleeping infant, then slipped the tiny bracelet on to its wrist. She bent over and kissed the child on the forehead, then turned and started walking toward the door. Upon reaching the door she stopped and turned back for one last look at the sleeping miracle
"Live long little one, and live a happy life." She whispered as she opened the door and walked out back into the reception area. Never to see or hear of the infant again.
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1882-Northern Alberta-
The screams of a newborn baby filled the delivery room. Frantic nurses along with doctors hurried to save mother and child's live. Candlelight flickered and hypnotically danced as a chilled breeze brushed it's way through the room. Nurses were rushing with water and blood soaked sponges trying to cool the mothers boiling skin.
"Doctor... something is wrong with one of the children." one of the nurses reported.
"What is it nurse?" the doctor said not turning from his patient.
"The baby girl, she has not moved or cried in minutes." cradling the tiny infants body close to hers.
"The boy?" turns from his patients for the first time.
" Breathing and seems healthy from the looks of it sir."
The doctor turned his attention to the infant girl checking for any sign of a pulse or breathing. Her skin was pale and white; her angel like face in what looked like to be in a deep sleep. Fingers curled into tiny fists. When he found no pulse he frowned took a deep sigh then turned away.
"Sir? What should we do with the dead child?"
"Cover it with one of the unused sheets. The mother is unstable as it is, she has already lost her first son."
"But sir, the parents should know!" exclaimed the nurse, she still cradled the child as though it were still living.
"No, Mrs. Howlett will only know of the child that lived. The dead one never existed." He grabbed the dead infant and a sheet. Then wrapped the child in the sheet and handed it back to the nurse. "Do you understand...Yes or No!"
" ye...es sir, I understand." She turned and carried the bundle to a near by table covered with scalpels and other tools needed during difficult operations. Setting down the child she pulled the sheet away from the forgotten soul and looked down at it angelic face. Sleeping forever, in fear of crying at the sight she pulled the sheet back over the child face and turned and walked away. Her only thoughts on the brother who would never know his sister. The sister who had never had a chance at life. Focusing her attention to the infant boy, she grabbed a damp, clean towel and started to clean off the boy's face. He fought and pulled at the damped towel, crying and screaming. Finally when the pink of his flesh covered most of his body she grabbed a fresh sheet and wrapped him up into it. She then handed him off to one of the other nurses in the room with her. After washing up she dried her hands and headed out of the delivery room and headed to the waiting room. In the waiting room the lighting was dimmer and more shadows filled the room. The white walls of the hospital did nothing to help lighten the mood. Surrounding the room were numerous kinds of chairs, old and new. There were few people who were waiting for news of their loved ones, yet one stood out. He was pacing up and down the room with what looked like to be his servant or butler not far away in the corner.
"Sir? Are you Mr. Howlett?" She questions putting her hand on his shoulder.
"What?.. Oh Yes. How is my wife?"
"She's doing fine. She'll be moved to her room shortly, you'll be able to see her then."
"The baby?"
"The babies.. baby is fine Sir."
"Wait babies?... Nurse what do you mean?"
"Forgive me Sir, but I was ordered not to inform you of your loss."
"Loss? What loss?" Howlett exclaimed in disbelief.
"Your wife gave birth to twins Sir. Sadly though the girl did not survive."
"You mean that I had a daughter?"
"Yes Sir. Please don't say to anyone that is was me who told you." She began to plead.
"Shhhh. Miss no one will know but me and you." He then turned and walked away followed shortly after by his butler.
Still in doubt at how the father had taken the news of his daughter's demise.
A few hours later she returned to the delivery room to finish cleaning for the day. Mostly every thing else had been cleaned except the linen and the dirty towels and sheets. The towels and sheets were piled on the bed mattress, while the linen where piled in the far corner of the room. Pushing in the linen bin she headed toward the corner. Swirling around the numerous tables with operational tools lying on top of them, that surrounding the bed. The operating lights were still turning off while the candles that sat in candleholder still glowed and danced. From the brightness of the light the room looked an off white, really it was the same colour as the rest of the hospital, white. A sudden movement from under the towels and sheets startled the nurse.
"What is Heaven?" she said talking to herself.
Slowly she moved closer to the wriggling mass of material. Her mind was racing as to what it could be, mice, rats? As her thoughts overwhelmed her she forgot to watch her step and bumped into one of the tables. She yelped in surprise as the table crashed to the floor along with all the objects came down with it. The sudden rush of noises caused whatever it was under the sheets to stop and listen. Staring intensely at the pile of sheets she slowly regained her footing. After catching her breath she began to pick up the table and it belongings with shaking hands. Her sight never leaving the pile on the bed. Suddenly a the towels began to toss and turn again, and a infants crying filled the room. The infants screaming immediately caught the nurse's attention away from the fallen objects.
"What the? Who in heavens name?" Looking around she finds that the noise is coming from the pile of towels itself. " Who would leave a unattended child here? How did it get here?" She questioned herself.
The events of Mrs Howletts delivery came back to the nurse abruptly. The twins, the baby girl. The doctor had wrapped the dead child in a sheet, and she had placed it with the dirty towels soon after.
"It's impossible! It can't be. The doctor said it was dead?" She raced to the bed and began digging for the infant child. Hearing the child's screams getting louder as she neared it she began to dig more gently so not to hurt the child. Finding the kicking mass of material she slowly stripped away the layers of the sheet to reveal a very alive baby girl. Inspecting the child for any signs of illness or scrapes and bruises, she noted how alive the child looked. Picking up the crying child she saw how beautifully flushed the child's skin was and a head of think curly black hair had already began to grow.
"Shhush little one everything is alright. Shhush." She spoke softly to the child. The child looked up at the nurse and almost seemed to sense the loving nature of the nurse and stopped crying. Looking into the eye's of the child the nurse saw an almost feral look to the girl's face. Holding the child closer to her chest the baby fell into a deep sleep. Confused and in awe at the miracle that she now held in her arm. A sudden thought struck her, "What am I going to do with her now?" Shoving the dirty linen, towel and sheets into the bin she had wheeled in earlier. She carefully picked up the child and held it close to her, cradling its head to her chest. Pushing the dirty linen bin out the room and down the hallway. When she reached the cleaners room she forcefully pushed the bin into the room.
"Hey! You're supposed to push it in gently. Not throw it at us!" A disgruntle worker bellowed at her.
"Sorry!.Emergency!" Apologising as she ran down to the infirmary.
Upon reaching her destination she found that there was only one nurse still in at this late hour.
"Mme! Mme! You must help!" she pleaded.
"Whoa! Miss what seems to be the problem?" Her eye's falling on the child in the nurse's arms.
"The child was dead!.. But now it's very much alive! It's a miracle of some sorts!"
"The mother and father? Do they know?"
"No Mme. I was told that the child never existed because of circumstances!"
"So no father or mother."
" Yes Mme."
"Take the child inside with the rest of the children. When she is confirmed to be healthy I will call the adoption agency."
"Of course Mme."
Turning towards the doors, she headed inside. The room was full of small crib like beds; each one had a small teddy bear inside. Most were filled with a child except a few in a far off corner. Moving toward the empty cribs she picked one and then laid the sleeping child down inside. As she motioned to leave she realised that she would need to give the baby girl a name. Walking over to the nurses' desk beside the far wall she grabbed one of the tiny pink slips of papers and a clear bracelet.
"What shall I call you?" she spoke quietly as she turned and looked over that the sleeping child.
Just then the name came to her, Jesabelle. To her is sounded like a name that belonged to an angel. A name fit for a miracle child such the one which lay sleeping in the near by crib. Filling out the needed papers and the paper slip. She slipped the paper slip into the clear bracelet. She walked back to the crib and looked down at the sleeping infant, then slipped the tiny bracelet on to its wrist. She bent over and kissed the child on the forehead, then turned and started walking toward the door. Upon reaching the door she stopped and turned back for one last look at the sleeping miracle
"Live long little one, and live a happy life." She whispered as she opened the door and walked out back into the reception area. Never to see or hear of the infant again.
Author Note: If you liked this chapter, please write a review and tell me what you think.